Mr. Swiller was known far and wide as a hard-nosed boss who
watched his employees like a hawk.

He was making one of his
regular tours of the factory when he spotted a young man
leaning against a pile of boxes just outside the foreman's office.

Since George, the foreman, wasn't around, Swiller stood off to
the side and watched to see just how long the young man
would stand around doing nothing.

The young man yawned, scratched his head, looked at his
watch, and sat on the floor.

He took out a nail file and began
cleaning his nails.

Then he stretched, yawned again, and
leaned back on the pile of boxes.

Swiller stepped from his hiding place and walked up to the
young man.

"You!" he boomed. "How much do you make a
week?"

The young man looked up indifferently. "Two hundred and fifty
dollars," he said.

Swiller swooped into the cashier's office, took $250 from the
cash box, and returned.

"Take it," he said, "and get out! Don't
let me see you around here again!"

The young man took the cash, put it in his pocket, and left.

Swiller snorted at his lack of remorse, embarrassment, or any
other feeling.

Then he went looking for George.

When he found
him, Swiller was red with anger.

"That idler in front of your
office," Swiller said. "I just gave him a week's pay and fired him.
What's the matter with you, letting him stand around as though
he had nothing to do?"

"You mean the kid in the red shirt?" George asked.

"Yes! The kid in the red shirt!"

"He was waiting for the twenty dollars we owe him for lunch,"
George said. "He works for the coffee shop around the corner."